The pessimist in her said there wasn't time. The optimist argued back. All it takes is five minutes. Do it now! She opened the document and started typing. Her hands wouldn't move fast enough and her mind was a void. Any minute he would open the door. Interrupt her flow. These stolen moments were all she had. It had to be enough. For now. The glorious day when she would have infinite time was a fantasy. She had to see the opportunity inside a difficulty. Think differently. Take action. Any action. A hundred words were better than no words. Done.

The uniform of greatcoat and Doc Martins grew in popularity until it was taboo to be without it. The Doors greatest hits, fire in 44 gallon drums and hard liquor the norm.

Sullen, world spinning, he staggered out to the paddock beyond the machinery shed and collapsed. Only moonlight and the house cat to keep him company. Misty rain falling but unable to move he shut his eyes. Youth.